Hiori has a tendency to really let his sadistic tendencies come through when you both are alone — especially in the bedroom. You're sat between his legs, your own spread wide open with the help of one of his hands on your thighs with the other keeping the wand pressed right against your clit. His bed is soaked from the number of times you've came, but he doesn't seem to care, still keeping the vibrator buzzing against your clit while he watches with a smirk on his face. He enjoys watching you struggle beneath him — only gets him harder.
He watches as you try to slip out of his grasp, and it's such an adorably pathetic sight. His hand moves away from your thigh to snake it around your waist, yanking you back so your back stays firmly pressed against his chest. His chin rests on your shoulder — eyes completely focused between your legs, where the vibrator in his grasp hums against your poor clit — bullying it. The vibrator itself is drenched, soaked in your slick and cum. He snickers. "Dunno why ya wanted to try 'n run away from me, sugar." He moves the vibrator in a circular motion against your clit, which has your nails digging into his thighs and you to cry out. "S-Senstive! Too sensitive!"
He tuts, grinning right against your neck. "Pussy's tellin' me one thing 'n your mouth is telling me 'nother. If ya really want me to stop — ya know what ya need to say, sugar. C'mon, say the word, 'n I'll stop. " That sentence only makes you whine, and in response to that, he lets out a laugh that screams cocky. "Mhm, thought so."
The vibrations leave a hot, burning sensation in your tummy of pleasurable pain, and you can't help the tears that start to flow down your cheeks.
"Hiori, I—" He cuts you off, kissing the spot between your neck and shoulder. "I know, sugar. Ya gonna cum, aren't ya? Gonna give me one more, yeah? Be good f'me."
Again, he moves the vibrator in a circular motion, and you're done for — waves of pleasure wash over you, and you cum. Hard. Squirting all over the vibrator — soaking the sheets and his hand. He helps you throughout your orgasm, keeping the vibe against your pussy before he turns it off — chuckling when you slump against him.
His hand moves from your waist to cup your chin, forcing your head back to make eye contact with him. "Think ya can give me just one more, sweets. I think you've got it in ya. I ain't get the chance to cum yet."
author's note: happy b-day @munchkinmag1c ! i hope it isn't too late! <3
“ WHEN YOUR CAPTAIN RUINS YOUR LIFE (AND YOUR LEGS) ” #Narumi Gen
synopsis: you wake up in narumi's quarters, completely unable to move after last night's activities. panicking about being late to morning training (where you're supposed to lead drills as a platoon leader) you frantically text gen — only to discover he's already at hq and has conveniently excused you from duty for "medical reasons."
a/n: to whoever requested this — you’re seriously a little freaky (in the best way), but I had a lot of fun writing it. don’t be shy about sending me more nsfw requests or ideas — i promise i don’t scare easily, and i love trying out different scenarios or dynamics you want to see written.
✩ Tags: Hate Sex, Dirty Talk, P in V, reader and Laxus both insult each other. ✩
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You and Laxus are two people who should not be left alone in a room together. Ever since you had to face him in your S-Class trial, and your barely made it past him to succeed in getting your status, being in a room with him pisses you off. He just loves to look at you with that same smug expression he had when he hit you hard with a Lightning Dragon Fist that nearly ruptured your internal organs.
But you don't take things quietly. You just can't. Your mouth works faster than your brain. So, of course an insult that can vary between telling him he looks like total shit or mentioning how proud his daddy must be of him spews out of your mouth. His reaction to those insults also change, from rolling his eyes at you or threatening to put you through a wall.
On this particular day you've returned from a long mission, and after saying hello to everyone, decided you wanted to head up stairs. It isn't until that you've gone up that Mirajane realises the problem. Completely pausing when she realises. "Uh oh. Laxus is up there." The white haired mage considers going up after you to try and mediate any potential confrontation, but Cana interrupts her thoughts.
"Ah it'll be fine! They'll probably just bicker and one of 'em will storm off like normal." Mira nods, agreeing that this is the most likely result. And if not, at least Makarov was around in the guild to intervene in case something goes wrong.
When you reach the top and spot all too familiar blond hair, you consider just turning around. There's no need to argue today, honestly you were not in the mood to even hear him speak. But... his attention turns to you, eyes locking with yours. The second that happens you decide you're not going anywhere.
"And as if my day couldn't get worse." Laxus is obnoxious as he voices his distain. Which doesn't surprise you at all.
"Oh trust me it can if you don't shut up." You coldly reply, at which he scoffs at your words.
"Why don't you just beat it pipsqueak? You're only gonna sit there and glare at me, why not go home?" You take a seat across from him, and you do in fact glare at him.
"Because last time I checked you're not the only S-Class in this guild, so you don't get to call dibs up here." He gives you that smug smirk. It makes you grit your teeth at the sight.
"But I'm easily the strongest, which means I get to call the shots." He's so cocky, leaning back against the couch that his arms are lazily over the back of like he owns it.
"It's almost impressive how delusional you are."
"Delusional? I'll tell you whose delusional." He leans forward, looking right at you as the next words fly from his mouth. "The loser mage who had to scrape her way past me to become S-Class talking like she might be stronger than me." You don't give him the satisfaction of leaping into rage, instead shaking your head with a look comparable to a teacher scolding a child.
"Laxus. Laxus. Always picking fights instead of using your words." Your tone is condescending, paired with a smirk that has annoyance radiating off of him. "Did your father not teach you any manners? Oh... my bad!" A crackle of static emits from him, no going back now. Not that you care. He rises from his seat.
"I think it's about time I put you in your place." You rise from yours with a laugh.
"Well what are you waiting for then? Finally realising you're not so strong after all?" The anger on his face almost eases the fury in your veins. But not enough to make you back down.
Down below in the guild hall. Everyone is oblivious to the confrontation occurring upstairs. A shiver flies down Mirajane's spine, as she notices a sudden drop in temperature. She looks around the hall observing several other members showing signs of being cold all of the sudden. Her and Cana quickly make eye contact.
"Guess today neither of them are backing down huh?" Before either of them can act, they hear you and Laxus shouting from upstairs.
"Lightning Dragon Fist!"
"Blizzard Swipe!"
A crash follows. Makarov. Who had been drinking carefree, turns serious, quickly heading towards the sound. He finds you both practically snarling at one another, fists clashing against. "That's enough." He pulls you both apart by the scruff.
"What has gotten into you?" He shouts. Then sighs loudly dropping you both down. "I remember the days when you were both inseparable. Now I can't leave you alone together for five minutes without the possibility of you both attacking each other." You both look to the guild master, refusing to acknowledge each other.
"Times change old man." Laxus snaps.
"And so do people." And you add.
"I'm not sure what happened between you both, but you need to fix it." Your eyes dare to meet with Laxus' the second they do irritation bubbles up in your chest again. "I can't have you both trying to kill each other. You should be able to at least put your differences aside."
"Then let us fight it out. Once I put her in her place the problem will sort itself out." You're about to retort when Makarov speaks.
"Absolutely not." He hits Laxus over the head. "Walk her home." It's not a request.
"You're kidding."
"Master it's not necessary." You try not wanting this anymore than the blond standing across from you.
"Laxus you will do it, or so help me there will be consequences." He turns to you. "And you will let him or you're in trouble too. Fix this."
You both end up relenting to his demands.
The walk back to your place is silent. You wish Laxus would walk behind you instead of next to you so you don't have to look at his annoyed expression every time you get sick of staring at the ground.
"There you go glaring again." He muses, you roll your eyes.
"You're not exactly smiling about this either."
"Since when have you given me something to smile about?"
"Hmm maybe when you've given me a reason to not glare at you." He stops in place, flexing his fists, you pause.
"We're far enough away we could fight."
"What and get in trouble? You're not worth it." You glance at him over your shoulder before continuing in the direction of your home. It was only a short distance now. You think maybe he's just decided to turn around by now, only for him to have caught up and continue walking beside you.
"No need to lie, it's obvious that you're scared of facing the truth." His attempts to goad you weren't going to get him anywhere.
"Would you just stop talking? The sound of your voice is about as pleasing as nails on a chalk board."
"Make me." His tone makes you grit your teeth.
"Oh I'd love to except once again I'm not getting in trouble for a strength obsessed asshole." You hiss at him, but he grins at you.
"Maybe you're the one who needs to shut up."
"Make me." Frankly, you're expecting him to try and attack you after parroting his own words back to him. But when you look to him and notice his expression changing unreadable, you're confused at what his reaction was. He stays oddly silent, but nearing himself toward you. You take a couple of steps back to see if he'd follow, only to realise there's nowhere else you can really go. The front of your home being directly behind you.
Your back is pressed up against the wall and his hand ends up next to your head. "Say it again." His voice is low, and it frustrates you how the send makes you shudder. You aren't dumb, you can see where this will head depending on your response. If his tone wasn't enough, the heat behind his gaze as he leers down at you does. You should tell him to piss off, storm inside and call it a day. It would be the smart choice.
"Are you deaf? I said make me." But having him so close was making your blood run hot and brain stop functioning. You watch him, waiting to see what he does next and he's quick to deliver, crashing his lips against yours. There's no gentleness behind the kiss, it's hot, fiery, you can feel his teeth against your lips and you're fighting the urge to bite him. When you both pull away you're opening your front door and inviting him inside, wordlessly he steps inside, waiting for you to follow.
There's no time for you to consider, upon closing the door behind you, how different the circumstances are from the last time he was here. Or to even have a moment of rational thinking. His hands are against your body, gliding beneath your clothes and grasping onto tender areas of your body. He presses you against the wall, slotting himself between your legs. He connects his lips with yours again, this time nipping you to draw a bit of blood. You do the same back to him, refusing to let him have any satisfaction of leaving you the only one with any marks.
In the mean time he's pulled aside your clothes enough to give himself access to the heat between your legs. "I thought you were going to shut me up." You speak, as one of his hands rests above your cunt, growing impatient. He scoffs.
"Don't come crying to me when you can't handle it." You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, about to question what he was talking about. Only to understand when he frees his large dick from the confines of his pants. You try not to pay to much attention to its size, not wanting to give him unneeded ego boosting, but it's unfortunately hard to ignore when he's lining the head up at your entrance and wasting no time to force himself inside.
"Shit," you curse, unable to muster any other words as he stretches you inch by inch.
"Is this what I needed to do to get you to shut up?" That smug smile is back, and you wish you could wipe it off his face. The best you can manage is digging your nails into his back just that bit harder, aiming to draw blood as he bottoms out. "If it were this easy I'd have bent you over in the guild ages ago."
Part of you wishes he was awful. That the second he nestled his cock inside you he last only one thrust, or that the movement of his hips was so pathetic that you could just roll your eyes at him and tell him to hurry up so it could all be over. But the other part of you that was actively experiencing the sheer force of his thick cock bullying your walls was glad he wasn't.
"The sound of your voice is going to make me dry." You hiss through clenched teeth. You doubt it from how good he was filling you with each movement of his body against yours.
"You feel pretty wet to me." If you weren't him being inside you would be impossible. "In fact I'd say you were pretty wet before I even touched you." You narrow your eyes at him.
"Again with the delusions-" your breath catches in your throat as he reaches down to brush a finger over your clit.
"You seriously don't know when to be quiet." You hate how he's getting the last word, but you can feel the pleasure building tight in your stomach and his last stroke touched a spot inside you that almost made you cry out his name. "You'd be a half decent woman if you just stopped talking." The same could be said about him.
Although on this occasion you'll let it slide. Instead taking satisfaction in him cursing as you start to tighten around him. The pleasure building in your body and you're inching closer to cumming around him. "Don't you dare stop," you murmur, legs shaking on either side of him as he continues to pound into you.
"You're so damn bossy," he grunts. Despite his words he still does as you say. Bucking into you until you're breathless, shaking and reaching pleasure of an all time high as your orgasm washes over you. He curses again, cumming not too long after, spilling himself inside. You both remain still, panting through the lasting remnants of sexual delight.
You could kick him out now, the thought does cross your mind. Although he'll be gone by morning anyways. You both know that and whether or not this will change anything neither of you can say. But for all the irritation he gives you, this is the very least he can do to make up for some of it.
"Is that it?" So, of course you goad him into a second round. And he falls right for it, cock twitching to life again shortly after.
‘When you wake up and you see sabertooth’s dragon slayer beside you’
sting eucliffe x reader; drabble
suggestive; not proofread lmao
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THE mornings of magnolia are peaceful; the merchant city was in no way lacking funds nor excitement. Despite the guild being at fault for most of the noise, they've been calming down as of late. Even though you don't wake up with a headline of Fairytail destroying a mountain or a nearby city anymore, you can't help but yearn for Magnolia's token guild.
"Gone are the days of fairytail's prime," or so you've heard.
With any guild getting knocked down a peg on the boards, others will fill the empty space of those who once ruled. One of those guilds is Sabertooth. They've been getting notorious these past few years. Especially the little mages they've recruited as of late, the twin dragons especially. Sabertooth’s very own dragon slayers.
So why the hell is Sabertooth's Sting Eucliffe next to you?!
Out of all things you expected to see in the morning, this wasn't on the list at all! Your eyes met a sea of dark blue; his gaze fixated on you. Lying a few inches from you is a top mage of the new era.
"What the.."
"Mornin’ sleeping beauty.”
You lifted yourself up with the support of your arms, brows furrowed as you stared at the man bewildered. Your hair falling against your shoulder. Only then did you realise the less than pg predicament you’re in, catching a glimpse of the blond’s sculpted body as the warm morning rays cast in. Snapping out of your trance as a smirk creeped onto Sting’s face.
“Like what you see?”
As you sat up, you shifted away from the blond even with the current soreness present. When your back hit your bedroom wall, you held onto the hem of your blanket while covering up for dear life. Sting’s gaze never left you, his cheek resting on the palm of his hand. Still laying on his side casually as he held his head up.
“I don’t really see the point in what you’re doing y’know, though, if it makes you feel better than sure.”
“I’m sorry- do you mind explaining what you’re doing here?” You said with a shaky tone. The boy’s sights briefly went to the ceiling before coming onto you again.
“Eh.. um, I needed directions, you showed me around, and now we’re here.”
‘THIS GUY IS USELESS OH MY DAYS.’
“Uh huh..”
“Yup, hey, I think we had a pretty great time. You and me, we should do this more often-”
“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE PLEASE.” You exclaimed, your leg (trying and failing at) pushing him off the bed.
“Hey hey hey- calm down princess! I got it! I’ll leave soon alright!” Sting stated, only then did you lay him off from the leg power. He sat up, legs crossed. He kinda looked like a kicked puppy..? His brows slightly furrowed alongside a slight frown. Posture slumped and the aura around him downturned as he stared at the sheets.
You felt kinda bad. Your shoulders dropped as your expression softened slightly. After what seemingly felt like minutes you spoke.
“Um.. I’m really sorry. This isn’t any way to treat a guest..” The boy perked up, trying (and failing) to look at you discreetly. You hesitated before continuing, a soft smile coming onto your face as you met your gaze with his.
“Would you like to eat anything?”
“Mhm.. I mean, since yer offering. I’d go for some daisies right now.”
“What???”
As Sting came closer, you tensed up. His hand caressing your shoulder, his touch gentle.
“Calm down would ya?”
“Mhm hm..”
Only if he knew how fast your heart was beating. Though the glint in his eyes speak for themselves.
Summary: Ace wants to try something new, but any time he's deep inside of you his possessive streak takes over. ~1.9k words. Mildly edited, I'll come back for a second round soon!
CW: Afab reader, cockwarming, possessiveness, pet names (“princess” used once), P in V.
MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.
“Do you know what cockwarming is?” Ace looked at you with an eyebrow raised.
“Uh… I think so. Wouldn’t that mean you just put your cock in me but… we don’t move or fuck, really?”
“Mhm.” He nodded. “Wanna try?”
“Well, does that mean I get to fuck you after?”
He flashed a smile. “Sure.”
Many minutes later, after Ace fingered you and ate you out, you sunk down onto his cock. You were straddling him while he sat in a chair, bare chests pressed together, and your face in the crook of his neck. His cock was buried deep inside, unmoving.
Ace was doing something, but the memory of that night is foggy, distorted by pleasure. He must have been reading, writing, polishing his belt buckle, fixing his beaded necklace, something like that. He was working on something while you drifted in and out of sleep.
Ace felt warm and comforting inside and the experience was intimate. He smelled good and you could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath. You felt safe, like you usually did around him, and you napped like that for a while.
Time passed and Ace finished whatever he was doing. One of his hands started to pet your hair, and his other hand came to rest on your hips. “Hey, gorgeous.” He murmured, stirring you awake. “You doing ok?”
You pulled away from where you were nestled in his neck and looked at him with sleepy eyes. “Mmhmm.” You forgot that his cock was inside of you for a second—you had gotten used to the sensation. But you were quickly reminded when Ace rocked his hips up, just slightly.
He pulled you closer and your lips met—you could tell he was smiling through his kisses, in excitement for what he was about to do to you, as well as pure adoration. Another slight push of his hips upwards and your core started to tingle and pulse around him.
He hummed in response. “I can feel that, baby. Does it feel good when I do this?” On the last word, he pushed his hips up again, cock pressing your g-spot as you let out another muted gasp. The warmth the pressure inside of you quickly turned to full-fledged heat, in two senses of the word. First, you were buzzing with pleasure already. He knew how to coax it out of you effortlessly. And second, you could tell he was literally warming you up inside, putting his devil fruit powers to good use, as he always did.
“Mmmmm, Ace.”
More kisses. They got intense, sloppier. His tongue pushed past your lips and prodded into your mouth; he reached a hand up to rest tangled in your hair. Every roll of his hips upwards felt electric.
“Fuck,” he pulled away and a string of spit connected your lips. “Your pussy feels like it was made for me.”
Ace had a possessive streak and it showed, in full force, whenever his cock was in you. It was a projection of how much he cherished you and how much he wanted to be cherished. You both knew that he was all yours and you were all his. Even so, he got off on reminding you in bed. Something about it really got him going.
We can speculate, but it must have to do with how badly he wanted to be loved and needed. He ate up the fact that he could be as possessive with you as he wanted, and you never said no to him (because every word he said was true). It was, among other things, one of the most intense and purely emotional sides of Ace, this all-encompassing need for you and your affection.
He relished the fact that no one else had you in any way—no one else knew you as well, no one else knew how you liked to be treated, no one else loved you like he did (and no one else ever would).
And tonight, his possessiveness was emphasized. Earlier that evening, the whole crew had been at a bar. It always drove Ace fucking nuts to see how every man in the room eyed you like a piece of meat. It pissed him off that they objectified you, eyes stuck on your figure any time you moved or any time your smile beamed. But what had been particularly worse about this night was that both of you had been chatted up.
A gorgeous young woman had grabbed Ace by the hand and dragged him to the other side of the bar when you were distracted. He tried to be polite, but he couldn’t focus. He was watching you get flirted with out of the corner of his eye. You didn’t seem to care that Ace was over in some dim corner with a random woman (he knew that you did care but you trusted him, so you weren’t that bothered). But Ace could see that the man chatting you up was being handsy—the guy did that classic and creepy hand-touching-the-small-of-your-back move that made you cringe in obvious discomfort.
So, Ace left the woman he was speaking with as she was in the middle of a word. “Sorry, I’ve gotta go.” He smiled painfully and practically bolted across the room, putting a hand between you and the creepy man and prying him off of you. “You’ve got the wrong idea, bud.”
Suffice to say, he got into a bar fight. But “fight” wouldn’t really be the right word for it. The second that Ace held a flaming finger in front of the creep’s face, the man ran out of the bar with his tail tucked between his legs, as they say.
But back to the moment at hand. Ace’s possessive streak was shining more than usual on account of the dual flirtation by randoms mere hours before. While Ace pressed his cock up into you with each second that passed, he reminded you that you were each other’s.
“You’re the only one for me, sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear. He only had eyes for you, only ever wanted you, and it would stay that way. “You’re mine.”
As Ace grinded into you, he used the leverage of his hands on your hips to push you down on his cock, hitting every spot he possibly could. Your arousal started to trickle down his shaft and onto his balls.
“Tell me who you belong to, princess.” Ace cooed in your ear. His desperate grunts accompanied wet sounds of you bouncing on his cock.
“You, Ace. Only you.” You whined as his pace increased. Each time his tip pushed on your gooey, sensitive soft, it felt like fireworks of pleasure lit inside of you. Your walls throbbed in time with his cock, driving him crazier.
His lips left a trail of kisses down the curve of your neck. Sinking his teeth down, he bit your shoulder, leaving a sunken crescent of teeth marks. A sign that you were his. The pain wasn’t too bad (though you yelped anyway), dulled by the fact that he was fucking you senseless. He lapped at the bite mark as if that would make the pain go away. When you whimpered in reply, his cock twitched.
“Look at me, pretty. Say my name.”
You made an effort to lock eyes with him, but you almost couldn’t look straight. “Ace. Ace, fuck. Feels so good.” The only word for the desire-riddled expression looking back at you would be ravenous.
As his name fell from your lips in a constant stream, your fingernails dug into the skin on his back—it felt great and encouraged him to thrust faster.
His precum wept inside of you, pearlescent and hotter than usual. He slammed frenzied, erratic thrusts that made you start to seize up with pleasure. You could barely speak, and you gave up on holding yourself upright, choosing instead to rest your face in his neck again.
“Wanna be with you forever, baby. You’re mine. All—mine.” He rasped in your ear, low and husky. Oozing desire from your cunt seeped down his shaft and onto the chair below; obscene noises echoed in the room as more filth left his lips.
Ace was out of breath, fucking you so hard and fast that he forgot to breathe. He choked out words between animalistic groans. “You’re so fuckin’ tight for me, sweetheart. Only—ever—for—me.”
The orgasmic coil inside of you was about to snap; you gave up on answering him and instead babbled, nodded, and moaned into his neck. He could tell that you were getting close from the way your walls shuddered around his shaft, the way that your muscles were starting to tense up and spasm.
“Cum for me, angel. Show me how good it feels. Show me whose pussy this is.” Ace almost couldn’t get the words out; he was heaving breaths and his mind was in a haze of desire. He needed to know that you were all his, that he was the only person you ever wanted. He needed to hear it before he let go. He was dying for you, feral for you, down bad for you in ways that words can’t describe.
“Ace—Ace, fuck, I’m—I’m cumming, Ace,” you keened his name and arched your back as he bucked his cock up into you. He deliberately controlled the heat of his shaft and flashed it blazing hot just for a second while he pressed on your g-spot forcefully with his swollen tip—it was too much.
Your orgasm exploded, euphoric and intense. You writhed on him in pleasure, convulsing over his cock with harsh squeezes.
That was what he wanted. Only he could ever do that to you.
His hips jerked one last time as he felt your walls squeeze and beg him for his cum. A guttural moan left his lips as he came deep inside of you—you could feel him filling you up in milky white ropes, dripping out of your slit and coating his shaft and balls.
With a long groan and exhale, Ace rested his head next to yours as he came down from his climax. His arms wrapped around you to bring you into a closer embrace as his heartbeat struggled to return to normal.
When he loosened his embrace slightly after a few minutes, he brought your face to his with gentle palms and started to nuzzle his nose on yours, radiating affection so strongly that you could feel it in your heart. His freckles popped out through the hues of pink and red that flushed his cheekbones.
Sighing in contentment with his cock still resting inside of you, both his hands cupped your cheeks, and his thumbs caressed your skin. “God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you. Fuck. Will you be mine forever, baby?”
You laughed and the sound made his heart twist and flutter. A slight roll of your eyes accompanied your tone of feigned annoyance. “Yes, Ace. You always ask this, and the answer is always yes.”
“Okay, just checking.” He kissed every part of your skin that he could access until it tickled. “Are you still sleepy? Wanna go to bed?”
woowwww this was a fun one, omg. im down egregiously bad for him. if this man was real, i would do things to him so much that he wouldn't be able to walk for a week. pulling out all the stops. unhinging the jaw and whatnot. i can't describe how bad i want this man it's honestly pathetic at this point 😭😭😭😭
thank u so much for reading! here's my masterlist and my posting schedule for october.
➳ summary: They walk in on you while you're busy with yourself with Sanji, Zoro, Nami, Sabo, & Ace.
Sanji
For a fairly renowned restaurant, the restrooms at the Baratie are strange. Sanji realizes they aren't gendered like most restrooms, so when someone has to go, they just go.
On the day that Zeff tells him off for smoking inside, Sanji begrudgingly marches to the restrooms because Patty and co happen to hog the break room where he likes to take a smoke break on a regular day. And like on a regular day, he isn't in the mood to put up with their shit. So Sanji withdraws to the restrooms, shoulders the door to let himself inside, and digs deep into his pockets in search of his gold monolithic lighter.
But as he does, he hears it immediately.
"Fuck—fuck, I like it like that."
A lewd squelch. His hands pause inside his pockets.
"Oh—"
A scene so explicit greets him the moment he peeks behind the door and he is flustered as ever. Sanji blushes pink when he sees you splayed wide on the sink, your dress hiked up to your torso, your fingers busy inside your pussy, deep enough for your eyes to close tightly and your back to arch sensually. Your tits are perky but covered by the satin fabric of your dress like you feel even an ounce of embarrassment to show it off in the empty bathroom—fairly empty bathroom, now that Sanji is here—but he looks down at where your manicured fingers meet your folds that drip with slick, and he remembers the last time he'd ever seen pussy that pretty. With little deliberation, you completely win him over because he enjoys (embarrassingly, admittedly) the sight of your fucked out body, and you just so happen to have done all this by yourself, with no help from anyone else.
He figures you aren't opening your eyes anytime soon when you play with your folds, spreading the mess you created on your pussy like there's anyone to proudly show it to. So Sanji hangs his head low, leans some of his body weight on the wall adjacent to the counter, and clears his throat.
From the corner of his eye, he observes your hands coming to a gradual halt, your quivering legs pulling inward to hide your mess but not entirely, your back relaxing. But strangely enough, you don't scramble off the sink and apologize profusely. Instead, you bite your lip and plunge one finger back inside, Sanji noticing no resistance from your loose hole.
"I take it you're here for the restroom?"
"No." He shakes his head, and allows himself to look up. Your chest heaving up and down, still looking fucked but enjoying it. "Smoke break."
"Let me take a hit?"
Sanji knows he's possessed by nothing but his dick when he pushes himself off the wall and sticks a lit cigarette in between your lips. Red from biting down on them too much, messy from the curses you've moaned. And he happens to like that a lot because he's stirring unprofessionally in his suit.
You take a long drag.
"Sous-Chef, aren't you going to kick me out of here?"
He doesn't know how or why you know him, but he's glad that you're brave enough to initiate.
"No."
"This is okay with you, then?"
Your fingers trace your pussy, now angled so conveniently in front of Sanji before curving their way inside you again. Sanji loves the way your pussy opens up so easily, how your moans erupt from your throat deliciously. He wishes he could touch you.
"I don't mind a thing, no."
"Would you mind, then, if you touch me?"
It takes little for Sanji to be convinced, his mind fixated on you and your pussy, your thighs, your everything. His fingers replace yours and they touch you just the way you like it—rhythmic, a little fast but not quite, and buried deeply. Then he hooks his arm around your leg and leans into your pussy, cursing "fuck, may I?" to which you nod weakly, a signal for him to lap you up like you've known him all your life.
You bunch his hair into a fist. With the door closed, it only gets better from here.
Zoro
"What the fuck are you doing?"
To your surprise, Zoro doesn't look away completely abashed or doesn't close the door like you expect he would. Instead, he quirks an eyebrow with slight disgust and some intrigue, and doesn't really peel his eyes off your naked torso and disheveled face. He only does so, although momentarily, when you moan out sensitively and curl into a ball of shame.
Simply put, he walked into you riding your fingers. On his bench press, just now. And honestly, he thinks it's quite lovely that you have your tits out for him to ogle and your scent to fill the room—but he would've deeply appreciated a fair warning for your hot display of . . . whatever this is . . . lest he catches you by surprise in such a vulnerable position. He wishes you could've told him, for reasons unspecified, but you know damn well what for. (You can't blame him; he thinks you're sexy, and who was he to deny someone of your caliber?)
You get to slip your fingers out from your pussy, still balled on his bench press and shaking, when he grabs your arm and stares you down in concern. He runs a finger across your slicked hand, playing with whatever's left on them.
"Are you good?"
"I— yes."
He nods. "Don't stop. Continue."
And it escalates from there. You return your fingers back to where they were, with Zoro watching every one of them pressing against your pussy where they belong. He watches keenly. When you get close, you grind down on your hand until you feel the leather material on your skin, the friction serving you more good than it should.
Zoro aches terribly when you chase your orgasm, with the way your eyes snap up at him like you're scared. Then it hits you too strongly and you lose your balance.
But he swoops in and palms your cheek, soon enough your chin, with his thick coarse fingers. Your breath is ragged, your legs are shaking, and at this point his poor equipment is nothing but soaked. He has a lot of cleaning to do later, but he concerns himself with you first.
He thinks of what to do, from eating you out or fucking you first before then, and decides he's got enough time to do anything you're up for.
When you allow him, he plays with the band of his pants and guides your hands down his legs.
Nami
The doors at home are locked on occasion, but when nobody's around, they're freely open.
You thought you could get away with filming yourself then. A couple of photos, some short videos. Nothing too much just in case your roommate comes back out of nowhere. But you knew Nami well enough to trust her habits and make an informed decision that, despite the risks, you had enough time to do any lustrous deed you wanted.
Or not.
Nami arrives some time after you started pleasuring yourself. To make things worse, she came back well-dressed and in full glam. Her nails are repainted, her curls are intact, and her top hugs her figure so tightly, you swear you can see the lining of her pasties underneath. Then you realize that it frustrates you to see her not because of her untimely arrival, but because of how beautiful she has the audacity to look while you have your garments off, wishing that someone as beautiful would take over your fingers and fuck you dumb instead.
She had come in your room after sneaking into your apartment to surprise you. She wanted to force you out of your room to eat out that evening, but what was supposedly a surprise backfired completely.
"I'm so sorry!"
She apologizes profusely as soon as she looks at you, and it's enough to snap you out of your trance to find yourself something to cover with. Nami is fully aware that you've seen each other naked in the tub, and that there isn't precisely any uncomfortable air when the discussion of hook-ups, one-night-stands, and one-time Tinder dates come up, but watching you masturbate in a sexy position is out of the ordinary. And now that she's turned on by what she's witnessing, she has way more apologies to tell.
"I didn't hear you knock!"
"Because I didn't," says Nami. Her hand slaps across her face to hide the small blush creeping on her cheeks. Even then, she has the urge to peek past her fingers to watch your every move, which she supresses.
You roll yourself on your back and crawl to your side table. Ignoring the wetness in between your legs, you make a mess of your drawer in search of clothes to wear.
"Whatever. Can we just please go out? I'm not in a mood to cook," you grumble.
She sighs. "I was about to ask."
Besides the deep shower you take not two minutes later, the events that follow are somewhat normal. Nami doesn't bring it up to respect your boundaries, but you know she wants to with the way she avoids your eyes.
You hate that it might start a problem. So as soon as you get back to your apartment, you bring it up to clear the air.
"Look, I know it was awkward to walk into me earlier. But please, can we just forget and pretend that—?"
In no less than a second, she whips her head around and kisses you. Your hands fall on her hips but you don't push her away, instead letting her take over your lips in her own pace.
By the time you enter her room, her clothes are gone. She's underneath you, bare and vulnerable just like you were earlier that evening, but she has the confidence to spread her legs wide open. You trace her folds with the tip of your tongue and work her open with your fingers. Just as she flushes pink, you dive your mouth into her deeper.
Sabo
"Just so you know, I'm capable of doing half of the things you wish I would do to you."
That was what Sabo told you after he discovered the small private journal you had always kept hidden in your bookshelf—not only was it full of your sexual fantasies and desires, but it also contained his name in sentences he never imagined you'd be bold enough to ink on paper.
He read the journal when he entered your room to fetch the map on your desk, where he saw the little thing open like you had just written on it. By the time he realized he was wrong for invading your privacy, he had a troublesome hard-on that took him a while to get rid of.
And because he was equally invested in your fantasies, he told you he had read it. Your journal. To your dismay, nothing has happened since, and your frustrations have only grown as time passed.
In a whirlwind of emotions, you release your anger in bed alone, imagining that Sabo would one day replace the pathetic pillow you often ride to satisfaction. On days when you're twice as flustered, you lose yourself in the pleasure and bliss.
It happens to be one of those days when Sabo walks into your room and witnesses your lust. Aggressive, but hot. After reading your deepest thoughts, Sabo learns that he loves hot, especially when you do it. And that would perhaps explain why he's incredibly turned on right now, having shut the door and approached you on the bed where you lay.
Your voice is frail when you speak, but he doesn't say much because he kisses you. Aggressively but passionately, just the way you want it. And he learns quickly that you like to be handled, so he does just that, too.
The moments that follow become a matter of fulfilling your wishes. Whatever you had written, he fulfills with no intention of stopping, until you're completely spent in his arms that night.
Ace
Ace hears faint noises coming from the shared bathrooms of the ship, but for some reason, he blames you for interrupting your heated session.
"You're unbelievable," you tell him, annoyed.
"And you're . . . sexy." He winks at you. "Just so you know, anyone has the right to walk into these bathrooms. I happened to be getting ready for a shower when I heard you."
To prove his point, Ace takes his garments off one by one, stopping briefly to look at you before pulling his shorts down to reveal all of him. But by the time he's butt-naked and grinning deviously, you've looked away and rinsed your body from the sweat and wetness in between your legs.
Before you know it, Ace is in the stall next to you, wiping away the imaginary dirt and grime on his skin only because he wants to tease you. As he does, he looks over to your stall and watches your annoyed movements after having ruined your orgasm.
"Privacy is nonexistent when you're on a pirate ship," he argues. Considering the lowered stalls that do little to hide anything, you hate to admit that he's right. Anyone can simply peek over the divider no taller than four feet and see your body bare. "Are you really embarrassed?"
"Take a hint."
"It shouldn't be embarrassing if we've slept together twice."
"I have my reasons," you murmur.
Ace lathers his body with soap and hair with your shampoo. He tries to figure out what you're possibly afraid of him knowing.
"Were you thinking of me?"
It's the sincerity behind the question that makes you confess. You were thinking about him. It didn't help that you recently slept with each other after deciding that one time wasn't enough. You missed him so much, you didn't know what to do with yourself.
So when you tell him the truth, Ace wastes no time in closing the gap between you. In a split second, he's in your stall kissing you, kneading your ass with experience, and missing the way his body envelops yours as you kiss. His hands slide up to your hips while you stand on your tiptoes, and soon enough, his fingers ghost over your pussy the way he did a few nights ago.
"Is this how you had them earlier?"
With little time to deliberate, Ace thrusts his fingers inside you, stretching you out just enough to take two of them with ease. Curling his digits with practice, he starts a rhythmic movement so hypnotizing that you grind down on his hand every so often, until your clit presses down on his palm to create some friction you like.
He continues his ministrations on your pussy until you're lifted from the floor—back to the wall of the ship—and ready to take him again.
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i don't have any ideas left for part 2, so if you want to see other characters & you've built a scenario in your head (lol), let me know who and i'll write it! (proper credits will be given)
It's rare that Luffy falls asleep without clinging to you like a child to a well-loved teddy bear, or perhaps a particularly zealous octopus, but today, as you emerge from your quarters where you spent time crafting letters to a few of your friends on other islands, you find him sprawled on the lawn of the Thousand Sunny, likely fast asleep with his hat covering his head.
You approach slowly to inspect him, but he murmurs something that resembles your name, and with affection surging inside you, you decide you'll give him a taste of his own clingy medicine. After a quick check around to make sure no one can see - thankfully, everyone else seems to have found something to do, with the deck now deserted - you decide to plop right onto his chest, trying to match the outline of your body to his, chest to chest, limb to limb.
"Huh?" Luffy mumbles, in a daze. You pull off the hat from his head, placing it on yours for safekeeping, then give him a big grin.
"You spent too long without bugging me so I got worried."
He blinks.
"Bugging?"
Despite this, he has a wide grin on his face, his arms looping around your waist eagerly.
"I never bug you," he insists.
He's right, he doesn't, you decide, a smile creeping on your lips yourself. Changing the topic promptly, you ask, "What did you dream of?"
Your head finds its usual spot cradled in the space between his cheek and his shoulder, one hand trailing down the length of his arm to intertwine with his fingers. Like this, you are engaged in a sort of horizontal ballroom dance, even if your preferred dance partner is hard to imagine as elegant more than boorishly endearing.
"You," he says, promptly.
"Convenient," you tease, but he means it, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"You did something just like this, actually, but we were both huge from all the food we just ate. Like two big balloons."
Your mouth twists in mild apprehension.
"This sounds kind of terrible since I don't stretch like you."
He shakes his head, a few fingers idly trailing in your hair.
"You were cute. Like always."
Your cheeks grow warm like the gentle sun decided to focus its undivided attention on you.
"Go back to sleep," you say, thumping his chest gently.
"Mm... okay!" he agrees, wrapping his legs now around you too, too securely, and you consider that you might have accidentally booked yourself busy for the next hour or two. "This nap will probably be even better now that you're here."
Boo! Greetings, my kinky mochis and welcome to my first Kinktober! I'm quite nervous, but also excited to be trying this challenge. I hope my writing can live up to your wildest fantasies. I’ve catered this list according to your requests (and my self-indulgence). I’ll try my best to complete every prompt and add more —keep in mind it won’t be every day, but mostly, since I must be realistic about my writing habits and want to deliver the very best. Feel free to join this event’s tag list by commenting on this post or any of the solo texts. I’ll also be implementing a personal tag for this event #mochi kinktober since I saw other creators do it. What day got you most excited? So, ready to go trick-or-treating?
DAY 1. handcuffs, orgasm control 🫀 | Sabo
DAY 2. degradation, semi-public, possessive sex 🫀 | Portgas D. Ace
DAY 3. cum licking, outdoor sex 🫀 | Monkey D. Luffy
DAY 4. praise kink, multiple orgasms, creampie 🫀 | Shanks
DAY 5. lingerie, mirror sex 🫀 | Black Leg Sanji
DAY 6. monster fucking, creampie 🫀 | Charlotte Katakuri
DAY 7. medical play, dacryphilia 🫀 | Trafalgar D. Water Law
DAY 8. blindfolds, impact play 🫀 | Eustass Kidd
DAY 9. breeding, daddy kink 🫀 | Roronoa Zoro
DAY 10. orgasm denial, kneeling, marking/biting 🫀 | Mihawk Dracule
DAY 13. fire play 🫀 | Portgas D. Ace
DAY 11. oral sex, overstimulation 🫀 | Monkey D. Luffy
DAY 12. dom/sub, sensory dep 🫀 | Sabo
DAY 14. spanking, brat taming, hair pulling 🫀 | Trafalgar D. Water Law
DAY 15. sex pollen, messy sex, threesome 🫀 | Roronoa Zoro & Black Leg Sanji
DAY 16. size difference, punishment, quiet sex 🫀 | Charlotte Katakuri
DAY 17. threesome, voyeurism 🫀 | Shanks & Mihawk Dracule
DAY 18. finger sucking, dildos 🫀 | Yamato
DAY 19. writer’s choice, double penetration 🫀 | Portgas D. Ace & Trafalgar D. Water Law
EXTRA DAYS. birthday sex, breeding/creampie 🫀 | Trafalgar D. Water Law
Imagine Smoker’s concern when he finds you engaged in trouble…
He watched the Marines haul another pirate away and was glad to be back in Loguetown. As Smoker placed two cigars in his mouth, his second-in-command, Tashigi barrelled through the crowd and stumbled to a stop before him.
“Tashigi, I was wondering where you disappeared off to.”
“Sir! I need you to come with me now.” She said in a single breath.
Smoker frowned. “You don’t give me ord-”
“It’s Y/n.”
His mind felt as heavy as sea prism stone. Tashigi wouldn’t have run unless it was necessary. Smoker followed the Chief Petty Officer through the town with speed, turning corners and avoiding people until they arrived at the town centre.
On the ground, three bodies laid unconscious with gold coins scattered on the ground. At their centre was the only person that Smoker wanted to see.
Tashigi bent down and scanned the pockets of one of the unlucky fallen. “Pirates.” She recognised.
Smoker heard but ignored her as he approached you with every intention to scold. It seemed that you had recognised his approach and spoke with a tone only used on him.
“I was trying to fend off a group of pirate thieves when they stole an old man’s groceries.” You explained, dusting your pants. “I am capable, you know.”
Your voice alone reduced Smoker’s anger to a sigh. Tashigi called it a super power. He called it annoying.
It was bad enough that you’d often take matters in your own hands when he was stationed in town - but to do it when he was away… it made his stomach knot with an unknown fear.
“I thought I told you not to get involved?” Smoker grumbled.
When you stood upright, his eyes met yours briefly before they locked onto a hint of red by your eyebrow. The colour grew until it trickled down your face in a line of red. Shit.
Leading you to the fountain, Smoker sit you down on the stoned edge and grabbed a cloth from his pocket. “Do you have a headache? How many cigars am I holding?” He proceeded to ask as he wiped the injury clean.
“No, and two.” You answered with a bit of irritability but let him fuss. “You worry a lot for a Marine captain.”
Smoker leaned in, your chin now held in his hand, the glove adding a soft padding. “I worry about what’s mine.” He said. “You are firmly in that category.”
The way he wanted to kiss you in public made him question his own rules. But he had lingered too long and there was a crowd forming. Not to mention the way he could feel Tashigi practically beaming at the encounter.
Smoker had to tamp down his urge until he was behind closed doors. Maybe he’d make you dinner and discuss the importance of not getting into trouble.
~ More One Piece imagines here ~
A/n: Officially finished One Piece Season 2 and loved it. Patiently waiting for gifs because there are MANY stories floating about in this brain.
she confesses when she's drunk but doesn't remember it the next morning ᯓ★
how one piece men would react when she confesses while being drunk but forgets about it the next morning
luffy , zoro , sanji , law
fluff
MONKEY D. LUFFY ── .✦
The music was loud. Too loud. The kind that made the deck feel like it was swaying even though the sea was calm.
She was laughing, cheeks warm, arms wrapped tightly around Monkey D. Luffy as they clumsily danced in the middle of the celebration. She was completely drunk.
“This is fun!” she declared, spinning them both before losing balance and pressing herself closer instead. “You’re really fun, y’know that?”
“Hehe! I know!” Luffy said proudly, arms steady around her so she wouldn’t fall.
She tilted her head up, eyes glassy but bright, happiness spilling out of her like it couldn’t be contained. “Luffy,” she said, suddenly very serious. Too serious.
He hummed. “Yeah?”
“I like you,” she whispered. Then, softer. “No… I love you.”
His brain stopped.
Before he could even ask what that meant, her grip loosened. She slumped forward, forehead hitting his chest as she knocked out cold.
“Hey- HEY!” Luffy yelped, panicking for exactly three seconds before helping her up easily. “She fell asleep!”
The crew laughed. Someone teased. Someone else carried on drinking.
But Luffy didn’t laugh.
The next morning, she woke up with a pounding headache and absolutely no memory of the night before.
Meanwhile, Luffy sat on the deck with his arms crossed, cheeks puffed out, staring into the horizon.
“You okay, Luffy?” Usopp asked.
“She said something,” Luffy muttered.
“What kinda something?”
“…A really important something.”
Later, she approached him nervously, bowing a little. “I heard I got really drunk last night. I’m sorry if I said anything weird.”
Luffy snapped his head toward her. “You don’t remember?”
She blinked. “Remember what?”
His pout deepened, lips sticking out so far it was almost impressive. He turned away with a huff. “Nothing’.”
She stared at his back for a second, panic slowly creeping in.
“Nothing?” she repeated. “You don’t pout like that over nothing.”
“I do,” Luffy said immediately.
“No you don’t.”
“Yes I do.”
She squinted. “…You’re doing it right now.”
His shoulders hunched defensively. “I’m just sitting!”
“With your arms crossed and your face doing that thing,” she said, poking his cheek without thinking.
He recoiled like she’d committed a crime. “HEY! Don’t poke me!”
“Then stop acting weird!” she huffed.
Luffy turned just enough to glance at her, cheeks still puffed. “You gotta remember on your own.”
“That’s not fair!”
“It is fair,” he insisted. “You said it. So you gotta remember it.”
She groaned and dropped down beside him, hugging her knees. “I don’t even remember going to sleep.”
“You slept good,” he said quietly.
“…You watched me sleep, didn’t you.”
“Only a little!”
She stared at him and sighed, then softened, bumping her shoulder against his. “Okay. Hypothetically. If I did say something weird… was it bad?”
Luffy shook his head immediately. “Nope.”
“Embarrassing?”
He shrugged. “Kinda.”
Her face burned. “Oh no.”
“But!” he added quickly, leaning closer, voice dropping like it was a secret treasure map. “It made me really happy.”
She blinked. “It did?”
“Yeah,” he said simply. “So I’m not giving it back.”
“Giving what back?”
“My memory of it,” he said, poking her forehead this time. “It’s mine now.”
She stared at him, heart doing something stupid in her chest. “…You’re impossible.”
He beamed. “I know!”
RORONOA ZORO ── .✦
The party was loud behind them. Laughter, music, Usopp yelling about something exaggerated. None of it reached the quiet corner of the deck where she sat beside Roronoa Zoro, legs dangling over the edge, a bottle loosely held in her hand.
Zoro drank in silence, as always. Comfortable. Solid. Like the noise of the world couldn’t touch him if he didn’t want it to.
She leaned back on her palms, swaying slightly. “You’re really easy to sit with,” she said suddenly.
Zoro grunted. “You’re drunk.”
“Yeah,” she agreed cheerfully. Then she sucked in a deep breath, stood up far too fast, and-
“I LIKE ZORO A LOT!!!”
The entire deck went silent.
Sanji dropped a cup. Usopp choked.
Zoro’s eyes widened just a fraction.
She swayed, blinked once, and promptly collapsed.
Zoro caught her without thinking, arms locking around her before she could even hit the floor.
“…Tch,” he muttered, jaw tight.
The next morning was hell.
She woke up cheerful, slightly hungover, and completely unaware that she had just traumatized half the crew.
Zoro, meanwhile, avoided her like she was a cursed sword.
He changed training spots. Left rooms the moment she entered. Took naps in places she didn’t even know existed.
“Why is he acting like that?” she whispered later, genuinely confused.
Nami pinched the bridge of her nose. Robin smiled far too knowingly.
“You screamed your feelings at him,” Nami said flatly.
“…I did what?”
By the time she found Zoro, her face was on fire.
He was leaning against the railing, arms crossed, staring out at the sea like it personally owed him money.
“Zoro,” she said, cornering him before he could escape again.
He stiffened. “…What.”
She took a breath. “I’m sorry for whatever I said. If I made you uncomfortable.”
Silence.
“You could’ve just told me you don’t like me,” she added quietly. “You didn’t have to avoid me.”
He finally looked at her.
And gods, the intensity in his eye made her want to sink into the deck.
“Tch,” he clicked his tongue. “I never said I didn’t like you.”
Her heart skipped. “Then why are you avoiding me?”
“…Because,” he said slowly, “…I remember what you said.”
She froze.
“You don’t,” he continued, voice low. “And every time you smile at me like nothing happened, it pisses me off.”
“Oh,” she said softly. “Guess I’ll have to say it again. This time sober.”
He huffed. “…Idiot.”
But he didn’t move away when she stayed.
VINSMOKE SANJI ── .✦
The kitchen smelled like spices and leftover celebration. Pots were stacked, the stove still warm from Sanji’s late-night cooking when the door slid open a little too hard.
She stumbled in.
“Whoa-!” she mumbled, grabbing the counter for balance. “Why’s the floor moving?”
From the sink, Sanji froze mid-scrub.
“Y–Y/N-swan?!” He hastily rinsed his hands, water splashing everywhere as he rushed toward her. “Careful, careful! The kitchen is a dangerous place at night, especially for an angel such as-”
She giggled and promptly leaned into him, forehead resting against his chest.
“Sanji,” she said, dragging out his name playfully. “You’re always here.”
“Of course I am!” he said, heart already racing. “A cook must protect the heart of the ship- and you, my dear, are-”
She looked up at him suddenly, eyes bright and unfocused, then stood on her toes and pressed a soft, sloppy kiss to his cheek.
“I like you,” she whispered. “A lot.”
Steam practically exploded from his ears.
“K–K–KISS?!” His nose immediately betrayed him. “Y/N-swaaaan-!”
She smiled, completely satisfied, and promptly collapsed forward.
Sanji barely had time to catch her before the blood loss took him too.
They hit the floor together. She landed comfortably on top of him. Sanji passed out with stars in his eyes and a blissful smile on his face.
The next morning, she woke up confused.
Sanji woke up reborn.
Breakfast was heart-shaped. Coffee had foam art. He pulled out her chair, offered compliments every five seconds, wiped invisible dust from her shoulders, and declared her smile brighter than the sun at least twelve times before noon.
“…Did I hit my head?” she muttered to Nami.
“No,” Nami said flatly. “You hit him.”
Sanji appeared instantly at her side. “Y/N-swan, are you hungry? Thirsty? Emotionally fulfilled? I can fix all of it!”
She blinked. “…Why are you being like this?”
“Like what?” he asked, sparkles practically floating around him.
“So,” she said slowly, “…intense.”
He clasped his hands dramatically. “Last night, you bestowed upon me a treasure greater than the All Blue itself.”
She stared. “…I did?”
“Yes!” He leaned closer, voice soft, reverent. “Your confession. Your kiss. Your warmth as you slept upon my chest-”
Her face went scarlet.
“I-WHAT?!”
She groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I don’t even remember that!”
He smiled dreamily. “Then I shall simply worship you until you do.”
TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW ── .✦
There was a knock at his door. Three of them, uneven. Careless. “Doctor,” a voice sang. “Doctooor.”
Law paused mid-page, brow twitching.
Another knock.
“Doctor Doctor,” she called again, muffled by the wood. “There’s something wrong with me.”
He sighed, already knowing exactly what kind of night this was going to be. “You’re drunk,” he said flatly.
The door slid open anyway.
She leaned against the frame, smiling far too brightly, finger pointed at her chest like she’d discovered a grave medical emergency. “My heart’s missing.”
Law looked up slowly. “…It’s beating.”
“Nope,” she said, wagging her finger. “You took it.”
Silence.
“…Get out.”
She gasped dramatically. “See? Cold. Unprofessional. Horrible manners.”
She wandered in anyway, shoes discarded halfway, plopping herself down on his bed like it was her personal couch. Law stood there, arms crossed, watching the disaster unfold with the patience of a man who had seen war.
“You know,” she continued, words spilling easier now, “you’re really unfair.”
“Tch.”
“You’re smart. And calm. And scary,” she said fondly. “But also kind. And you look at everyone like you’re carrying the whole world on your back.”
He didn’t respond.
She smiled at him anyway.
“I like you,” she said softly. “The doctor. The captain. You.”
Her voice dipped, just a little. “I wish you’d look at me the way I look at you.”
Law’s fingers curled at his side.
Before he could say anything, her rambling slowed. She curled up on his bed, cheek pressed into his pillow.
“Heart’s tired,” she murmured. “Doctor’s fault…”
And then she was asleep.
Law stood there for a long moment.
He turned the lamp lower. Pulled a blanket over her without waking her. Then he left a glass of water, hangover medicine, and a neatly folded note on the side table.
The next morning, she woke with a pounding head and the faint scent of antiseptic and soap.
Her eyes landed on the note.
You were drunk.
You said some weird stuff.
Drink the water. Take the medicine.
We’ll talk when you’re sober.
She swallowed.
“…Oh no,” she whispered, heart racing all over again.
Somewhere outside the room, Law smirked.
She sat up slowly, clutching the blanket like it might explain what she’d done.
“Oh my god,” she muttered, dragging a hand down her face. “I told him everything didn't I? I actually told him everything.”
By the time she gathered the courage to leave the cabin, her heart was trying to beat its way out of her ribs.
She found him on deck, coat fluttering lightly in the wind, arms folded as he watched the sea like it was behaving suspiciously.
“Um,” she said.
He didn’t turn. “Head's hurting?”
“…Yes.”
“Toke the meds?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Silence stretched.
She shifted on her feet. “So. About last night.”
He glanced at her now, unreadable. “You remember it?”
She winced. “Bits.”
“You were being stupid,” he said calmly. “Annoyingly so.”
“That’s worse,” she groaned. “I’m really sorry if I crossed a line. I was drunk and rambling and doing wordplay and-”
“‘Doctor Doctor, you stole my heart,’” he recited flatly.
Her soul left her body.
She covered her face instantly. “PLEASE stop. I need to be thrown into the sea.”
A pause.
“…You fell asleep halfway through,” he added.
She peeked through her fingers. “You didn’t kick me out.”
“No.”
“You tucked me in.”
“…Yes.”
Her cheeks burned. “So you’re not mad?”
He exhaled slowly. “If I were mad, you wouldn’t be standing here.”
That… helped. A little.
She swallowed. “I meant what I said,” she admitted quietly. “Even if I said it badly.”
Law studied her for a moment, then clicked his tongue. “You said one thing wrong.”
Her heart dropped. “I did?”
“You said I never look at you the same way.”
He stepped closer, just enough that she had to tilt her head up.
“I do,” he said low. “I just don’t ramble about it.”
Her breath hitched. “…Oh.”
He turned back to the sea, ears faintly red beneath his hat. “Next time, tell me sober.”
She smiled despite herself, warmth spreading through her chest.
“Doctor,” she teased softly. “Something’s wrong with me.”
He sighed. “What now.”
“My heart’s still missing.”
A pause.
“…We’ll discuss treatment later,” he muttered.
She grinned.
author's note
I hope you enjoyed this <333 I will do a shanks , smoker , crocodile and lucci version too!!
OMG, I SUUPPERRR Love the "New Names" Prompt, it was actually what led me to your blog here, the last 3 parts were a blast to read, so I was wondering if you could maybe do a part 4 that includes Kidd, King, Katakuri, and maybe 2 or 3 characters of your choice?
New Names pt.4 (Kid, Katakuri, Smoker)
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Pairings: Kidd x Reader; Katakuri x Reader; Smoker x Reader
Summary: His reaction when you call him pal, buddy, etc.
Warnings: Mostly Fluff, Female Reader
A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't watched One Piece up to where King is introduced so I added Smoker instead (I couldn't think of any other characters)! I'm so glad you like the series!
[One Piece Masterlist]
[Part 1: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law]
[Part 2: Shanks, Sabo, Crocodile]
[Part 3: Corazon, Killer, Mihawk, Penguin]
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- Kid -
(A/N: Suggestive towards the end?)
When you decide to play a small prank on your boyfriend it is only later that you find out the consequences you should've regarded beforehand. But in the moment you were too giddy to care. You had finally thought of something not too bad that Kid would kick you off the ship but noticeable enough for him to react. So, when your eyes spotted your boyfriend's signature red hair and permanent frown, you had to struggle to keep the grin from spreading on your face.
You just had to see it through until the end.
He had sauntered in as always, eyes sharp and broad shoulders slouching, his gaze darting to you so subtly you'd have to be an expert to witness it. You are in an open space - the deck of the ship - and so he barely gives you any sign of intimacy but he always prefers to linger by your side. He seems irritated as you had not been beside him for long today, and you soon find out your thoughts are right by his prompt words.
"Babe," his voice is deep in the air but gritted against his teeth. "Here you are, I fucking searched the whole ship for you."
You fight to roll your eyes at his impatience but you concede to the plan you have set out for yourself and reply.
"Sorry buddy, I should've let you know earlier I'd be on deck."
And all of a sudden, you could hear a pin drop.
Promptly, it's like the ocean waves that crash against the ship go silent along with the restless wind in the sails. Your crewmember's voices hush to nothing as they eye you and your Captain, unsure of whether to laugh or cry at your words. All they know is that you are fortunate to be his girlfriend because partner or not, Kid would likely throw anyone off the ship if they called him buddy.
His expression does nothing to hide just that fact.
He had frozen still, his eyes had sharpened deadlier than usual, fists clenched to his side and face darkening. You can see the twitch of his eyebrows and the tensity of his form but are most surprised to see a slight pink hue on his cheeks. Was that embarrassment?
Despite the "dangerous" atmosphere, you have to fight back a laugh.
"Are you alright, buddy?"
Your crew members gape at you, some shaking their heads to try and stop your words. But you are bold. Of course you were, you were dating Eustass Kid.
"What the fuck did you just call me?"
Kid approaches you but then he bears witness to your lips quirking upwards into a sly grin. You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly as you lean back into the chair you sat in, but unbeknownst to you it is then that your boyfriend’s mind clicks.
"Bu-ddy," you reply in a sing-song voice.
The crew are shocked at their Captain's restraint, especially when they see him look like he's ready to murder someone. The funny thing is that he looked like he was ready to kill anyone who wasn't you.
They all collectively take a step back.
However, their shock only amplifies ten-fold when all the pent-up tension fades as Kid's lips turn upwards into a taunting smirk. Killer has to stop himself from putting a hand to his head at everyone’s absurd reactions.
"Now princess, it seems you've forgotten who's actually in charge here."
Your eyes widen in your own surprise at the sudden change in his demeanour. Kid looks at you with his same sharp eyes but his wide smirk shines almost scarily as he approaches you closer. “You think you can get away with pranking your Captain? Cause I don’t think you fucking can babe.” He pulls you to your feet before hoisting you up on his shoulder.
"Hey- okay, I'm sorry! I’m sorry! Kid! Babe, put me down!"
But Kid does not heed your words and instead walks away from the still-gaping crew, intent on having you in his chambers until it is only his name that slips your lips.
- Katakuri -
When you are left alone with your thoughts, you oftentimes come up with ideas that usually incorporate your boyfriend. And today, you found yourself quite alone. You were bored and waiting for Katakuri to come back to you after being sent on a mission to God-knows-where. Luckily, a thought had popped into your mind quite easily and it had intrigued you to see what your boyfriend's reaction would be.
Speaking of which, you could hear heavy footsteps making their way to your door, and sure enough, your stoic boyfriend had knocked, patiently waiting for you to answer. You grin happily despite your plan as you missed him though he has been gone only a few hours. "Coming!" You instantly stand and open your door, smile only brightening at the sight of Katakuri safe and at home. You see his eyes soften as he looks at you.
"Hello love," His words are gentle to you, and you hesitate for only a moment before complying with your plan.
"Hey man, I missed you!"
In a rare moment, you see Katakuri's eyes shine with complete confusion. It is followed by the furrow of his brows as though he thought it was not you speaking to him, but someone else. The expression only lingers for a moment though, and then he looks at you with his usual, serious stare.
"Love..."
You freeze when he looks at you so knowingly, so quickly.
"Y-Yeah man?"
Katakuri sighs before leaning down to your eye level, patience in the depths of his reserved eyes.
"Is this another one of your tricks where I am to be surprised by your words or actions?"
You stop in surprise at how he has figured you out so easily, only now realising he must’ve gotten used to your impromptu pranks when left to your thoughts. You stutter before sighing heavily and rolling your eyes.
"Yes love, it is. You could’ve played along though!”
Your boyfriend looks at you with the same softness in his eyes as he witnesses your pouting face.
“Apologies love,” his words are muttered gently by your ear. He then removes the scarf that covers the lower half of his face, and suddenly he kisses your cheek softly. “I just rather terms of endearment from your lips, rather than man.”
You freeze at his actions and words and all of a sudden it is you who is taken aback as heat rushes to your face. As Katakuri steps past you into your chambers you feel yourself so lost in thought that for a moment, you completely forget about your failed prank. That is until your boyfriend calls for you again.
- Smoker -
Your boyfriend is often preoccupied and busy with the tasks that come with being a high-ranking officer of the Marines. You know the challenges and toils of being one, as you are one yourself. However, that doesn't disregard the fact that you miss him sometimes, as your roles often put distance between the two of you. Today was no different but Smoker would be returning to you soon after a shorter mission than usual, and unbeknownst to him you had come up with a small prank in the short time you were apart.
Your eyes move forward to the sight of a Marine ship approaching port and you fight to contain your grin. Sure enough, you can hear the rowdiness of Smoker's crew and the shouts of Tashigi as they go to dock the ship. When they finally do, they race to solid ground, most of them grinning and others saluting you as they pass. "Hello Vice-Admiral [y/n]!" You simply smile as you await your boyfriend and sure enough, he comes off the ship to you soon after, a nod of acknowledgement as he approaches your side.
"Hello love," he murmurs to you lowly and only so you can hear. You smile at the subtle way his eyes soften slightly, knowing he has missed you too.
"Hey dude, how was your mission?"
As you walk toward headquarters, suddenly you find that Smoker has frozen and his footsteps faltered. You stop and turn to him in mock confusion.
"What's wrong?"
He eyes you carefully as smoke bellows from the cigar in his mouth.
"Dude-?"
He quickly interrupts, the furrow of his brows and twitching of his lips showing you that he has of course noticed and was troubled.
"Who are you talking to right now?" Smoker grumbles to you, still static where he stands. You decide to approach him then, and tilt your head to the side, playing dumb.
"You?"
Smoker grits his teeth, the cigar in his mouth almost snapping in half. He leans down to you, so you see the way his eyes have sharpened.
"I'm sorry love, but I don't answer to dude. I thought you of all people would know that."
Your words stumble at his sudden proximity and you feel the heat wanting to rush to your face.
"I- I don't know what-"
Smoker lifts his hand and flicks your forehead lightly watching in amusement as you stare at him dumbfounded.
"Don't do that again."
He then continues walking but silently waits for you to fall into step beside him once more. He had missed you too much to hear such a platonic term slip your lips. He smiles subtly when you catch up to him once more, a kissable pout to your lips.
your writing is so freaking good 😭😭😭😭😭😭 genuinely love rereading your works.. it’s almost unhealthy LMAO
If you want (no pressure) could I request maybe bfTamsy with a reader who misses him a lot after one of his trips? 🙇♀️🙇♀️🙏🙏🙏
— NEEDLE & THREAD: TAMSY CAINES
[愛] content warnings - n/a
[愛] a/n - so sorry this took so long to get to, classes are kicking my ass!!! let me know if this isn’t what you wanted, if this is too short i will gladly rewrite and extend it ^^
you’ve been staring at the same page for an hour.
the paper’s gone soft where your thumb keeps pressing into it, wrinkled from the constant pressure.
you hated how much you depended on him. like he was some missing puzzle piece lost under the couch, leaving you unfinished without him there.
it wasn’t unusual for him to leave for extended periods of time. being a cleaner demanded it. you were one too, but for once corvus had insisted you rest — actual rest — so your body could recover from the strain of your last mission.
normally, that wouldn’t have been a problem.
until tamsy mentioned a trip.
a couple of days before he’d be back.
“…seriously?” you’d pouted, tilting your head as your gaze held his.
he chuckled softly, stepping closer before placing a gentle hand on your head, stroking through your hair.
“i truly do apologize, my dear, but unfortunately i have responsibilities i simply cannot shy away from.”
his hand slid from your hair, fingers tracing along your jaw before following the line of your carotid.
you blinked, glancing away as you grumbled under your breath; something that sounded very much like an insistent complaint.
it had been a week.
certainly longer than the couple of days he’d promised.
your injury throbbed dully as you shifted on the couch, a deep ache blooming beneath the bandages. you tried to ignore it, tried to settle into a more comfortable position, but the restless feeling beneath your skin wouldn’t ease. it hummed there — quiet, constant.
longing.
it felt strange without him.
wrong, even.
this was your room, your couch, your book abandoned in your lap — and yet the space felt subtly misaligned, like something essential had been removed from it..
your eyes drifted to the page again, though you hadn’t truly been reading for a long while now. eventually you sighed and glanced down at the small number tucked neatly into the corner of the paper, committing it to memory — filing it away carefully in that tidy little place your hippocampus always kept such things.
the book slid from your lap a moment later, falling open beside the couch with a soft thump.
you didn’t bother retrieving it.
sleep had always felt like a kind of quiet time travel to you.
why sit here, anxious and overthinking, waiting for hours to pass one by one… when you could simply close your eyes and wake up when the moment you wanted had finally arrived?
so sleep is what you did.
you didn’t know how long you’d been asleep when something warm brushed your hair back from your face.
the sensation was feather-light. deliberate.
your brows knit slightly, sleep still clinging to you as consciousness slowly tugged its way to the surface.
“…darling,”
the voice was soft.
gentle, with a familiar accent clinging to it’s consonants.
familiar enough that the tension in your chest loosened before your eyes had even opened.
when you finally blinked them apart, your gaze landed immediately on him.
tamsy sat beside the couch, close enough that his knee pressed lightly against the cushion near your hip. one hand rested against your head, fingers moving slowly through your hair as if he’d been doing so for quite some time already.
his expression softened the moment he saw your eyes focus.
“ah,” he murmured quietly, tilting his head. “did i wake you?”
his thumb brushed across your temple with careful affection, though there was something faintly possessive in the way his hand remained cupped around the back of your head — holding you there, as if ensuring you wouldn’t simply drift away again.
his gaze slid briefly across the room before returning to you.
to the blanket wrapped around you.
to the book lying forgotten on the floor.
to the bandages.
his eyes darkened ever so slightly.
“…you should be in bed,” he said gently, though there was a quiet firmness beneath the softness. “sleeping on the couch while injured is hardly proper care for yourself.”
his fingers smoothed your hair again.
“honestly,” he added with a faint sigh, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips, “what am i to do with you when you insist on behaving so carelessly the moment i step away?”
his hand slid beneath your cheek, warm and steady as he lightly lifted your head.
“come now,” he murmured, voice lowering in that soothing way he used when he was already halfway to indulging you.
